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All Chapters of The Desire A Tale Of Luna's Longing: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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CH-1

Vincenzo’s POVStanding in the middle of the large gathering, surrounded by the restless murmurs of the crowd, my eyes wander aimlessly across the clearing. Unlike the other teenagers beside me—who stand practically vibrating with excitement, their eyes darting around in anticipation of finding their destined mates—my gaze searches for no one.I am not looking for a mate.In fact, the very thought of having one makes something inside me twist uncomfortably. The idea alone is enough to make my stomach churn.If anything, I wish the exact opposite.How I wish the Moon Goddess had simply decided not to create anyone for me.Life would be far easier that way.The possibility that somewhere out there a girl exists who might be bound to me by fate fills me with an uneasy sense of guilt. I know, deep down, that if I ever do meet my supposed mate, I will most likely reject her.And for reasons I cannot fully explain, that thought weighs heavily on my conscience.No one deserves to be rejected

CH-2

VVIN’S POV Walking along the road, I tilt my head slightly and look up at the skyline of downtown Frankfurt. The tall buildings stretch endlessly toward the sky, their glass surfaces reflecting the soft morning light. The weather today is beautiful—perfect, almost suspiciously so. Not sunny enough to burn the skin, not windy enough to ruffle coats and scatter papers through the streets. Just pleasantly mild, the kind of weather most people would enjoy while strolling with friends or loved ones.For me, it is simply another ordinary day.I walk this road every day.It has become a silent routine I follow without fail, something that grounds me in a world that often feels too loud, too overwhelming. I have heard countless stories about wolves—how they love running freely through the forest, feeling the wind through their fur as they sprint beneath towering trees and across endless land. It is supposed to be in our nature.Yet I prefer walking.Slow, controlled, and deliberate.Perhaps

CH-3

VIN’S POVBy the time I reached the hotel, the night had already settled heavily over the city. The streets outside were glowing under rows of streetlights, and the glass walls of the tall buildings reflected the quiet elegance of the late evening.My driver stopped at the entrance, and the moment I stepped out, the doorman greeted me politely and opened the large glass doors.The lobby was extravagant—far more than I had expected.Marble floors reflected the golden chandelier light above, and the air smelled faintly of expensive perfume mixed with fresh flowers placed carefully on every table. Soft piano music floated through the air, creating an atmosphere of calm luxury.I sighed internally.Valerio.Only he would think it necessary to book a place like this.I checked in at the reception and took the key card from the receptionist before heading toward the elevator. Within minutes I reached my floor and walked down the long hallway until I found my room.The executive suite.Slidi

CH-4

GIA’S POVSitting on my bed, I yawned while looking at the stack of pictures in my hands.I had photos of handsome men from around the world. Believe it or not, they were all attractive and tempting—but my eyes did not settle on anyone. I kept flipping through the pictures quickly, one after another.Another tired yawn escaped me. My eyes watered from the heaviness. I wanted to sleep as soon as possible.Speeding up, I tossed most of the pictures aside and walked toward my comfy, fluffy bed. I jumped onto it, lying on my stomach while still holding a few photos of these so-called heartthrobs.Suddenly, my eyes locked onto someone. My hand froze. I moved on to the next picture, but something made me go back and pick up the one I had just seen.I placed the others aside and looked at him carefully.It felt like he was staring straight into my soul.For a moment, it felt as if someone had taken my breath away.There was nothing extraordinary about the picture itself, but his longing eyes

CH-5

Lorenzo Accardi POVI had just finished reviewing some documents when my phone began vibrating against the glass surface of my desk.The sound echoed softly in the quiet office.I glanced down absentmindedly, expecting it to be another business call or a report from one of the council members. But the moment my eyes landed on the screen, my brows lifted slightly in surprise.Otello Bianchi.A small smile appeared on my face.It had been quite some time since we last spoke.Without wasting another second, I picked up the phone and pressed the green button before bringing it to my ear.“Accept my greetings, Mr. Bianchi. How are you?” I greeted respectfully.Otello Bianchi was one of the few people in our world whom I genuinely respected. He was not only a powerful Alpha but also a man of integrity and wisdom. He had always treated me with kindness—even during times when the world around me was not so forgiving.“Greetings to you too, Alpha Lorenzo. I am doing well. How are you?” he repl

CH-6

Lorenzo’s POV“Good morning.”We all looked up at the sound of a bright, cheerful voice that seemed to fill the room with unexpected warmth.“Oh, my… my.”The girl walked toward Zara and Zen, our two-year-old twins, who were sitting in their baby chairs and happily smearing mashed potatoes all over their tiny hands and faces. Beside them sat Lio, our eldest son, who was carefully eating his breakfast with a seriousness far beyond his seven years.“Hi, I’m Gia,” she said softly, bending slightly to their level.Zen paused mid-bite, his spoon hanging in the air as he stared at her with wide doe-like eyes. Zara tilted her head curiously, studying Gia’s face with deep concentration as if she were trying to read her soul.For a moment, the twins simply stared.Then, slowly, their small faces lit up with smiles.I could not help but notice it.Children have a strange instinct. They understand only one language—love. And somehow, they sense sincerity far better than adults ever could. If som

CH-7

Vincenzo POVI walk along the same road as I do every single morning, following the routine that has become such an inseparable part of my life that I no longer even think about it.My hands remain tucked deep inside the pockets of my long overcoat, shielding them from the cold as the chilly morning air brushes against my face. The winter breeze carries a sharpness that seeps through the fabric of my clothes, but the coat does its job well enough to keep the worst of it away.My glasses sit comfortably on the bridge of my nose, slightly fogging with each warm breath I release into the cold air. The city around me is already awake people walking briskly to work, cars moving in slow lines, the distant hum of everyday life echoing through the streets.But for me, everything feels calm.Predictable.Controlled.I reach the same spot where my car waits every morning. My driver stands beside it, as punctual and dependable as always.The moment he sees me approaching, he straightens slightly

CH-8

Valerio POVI stand at the main gate of the company, my patience slowly burning away with every passing second.The winter air is cold, sharp enough to bite the skin, but the chill does nothing to cool the irritation simmering inside me. My eyes remain fixed on the entrance, watching every person who walks out, waiting for one particular girl.Isa.My jaw tightens.I had told her—very clearly—that I would drop her to college today.Yet the girl seems to have developed a habit of ignoring my words.A dangerous habit.My fingers curl slowly into fists inside the pockets of my coat.If she leaves for college without listening to me today… she will learn exactly why people think twice before crossing me.The lift doors slide open.And there she is.A slow smirk spreads across my face.She walks timidly toward the main door, her head slightly lowered, eyes glued to the floor as if the tiles beneath her feet are more interesting than the world around her.For some reason, the sight pleases

CH-9

VINCENZO POVIt has been a few weeks since I last spoke to Mom.I have tried calling her several times during these past weeks—sometimes in the morning, sometimes late at night when the silence feels heavier than usual—but every single time the result has been the same.She avoids my calls like the plague.At first, I convinced myself she must simply be busy. But after the fifth attempt… and the sixth… and the seventh, the truth became impossible to ignore.She is deliberately avoiding me.And I know exactly why.Our last conversation still echoes inside my head like an unfinished argument.The moment I told her I would not return to Brussels, the warmth in her voice had vanished instantly. The disappointment was so thick it had almost suffocated me through the phone.She did not shout.She did not accuse me.She simply went silent.And then she hung up.Since that day, she has refused to speak to me.A sigh escapes my lips as I stare at my phone for a long moment before finally diali

CH-10

VIN’S POV“Lio,” my brother warns sternly.I was trying to decode the meaning behind Lio’s words, but I could not quite grasp what he was implying.Something was not right.I made up my mind to speak to my brother alone at the first opportunity. There was something beneath the surface—something unsaid.Did Bro lie to me about his health?The thought struck me sharply. But I had seen him discreetly press his hand against his lower back more than once. The tension in his shoulders was not staged. The pain was real.“What? I know how much you miss him. If you want him to visit more often, that is not too much to ask.”Lio’s voice was calm, direct—too perceptive for someone his age.My eyes shifted to my brother.He was smiling.A small, restrained smile.The kind that carries history. The kind that forgives before being asked to.And somehow, that made the guilt worse.He knows why I stay away.And I know he understands.Yet the silence between us grows heavier with each visit.The momen

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